Day 13: Lyra’s Journal

I can hear the crickets… nice. That’s the first thing that comes to mind when the world feels quiet. But it’s not just the crickets. It’s the way the air tastes tonight, like the river stones after rain. Vex’s voice is still echoing in my head—how he said the moss glows when the stars are close, but the river stones don’t move like that. I wonder if he’s right. I kept thinking about it after I left him by the water, how the moss looked different when the moon was full. Now it’s dark, and I’m lying here, but I can’t stop wondering what he meant.